Over the last month, the story of Nelo Angelo, Sparda's eldest son, Vergil had slowly come to light.
During the war on Fortuna, the young boy somehow managed to escape the slaughter that happened at the castle. It is said that the boy wondered the island until fate had allowed him to stow away on a ship to Mallet, where he joined their army. There he waited for twenty years to exact his revenge.
Now crowned Emperor of Mallet, Vergil had returned to Fortuna to claim his rightful place on the Fortunan throne, which the people happily celebrate.
Though that not what the people Ckville were talking about. Everyone was waiting to hear the news that Vergil declares war on Quebel.
The people of Prildo Ira hated Quebel since they had a hand in the demise of their royal family and consequently their kingdom so they couldn't what to see some karma on the kingdom.
But (Y/N) couldn't feel the same way as everyone around her. She didn't hold any feelings for her homeland but it is where the two of three people she loved lived. With their position in the court, they would be caught in the crossfire of the war.
Though (Y/N) hoped that Oswin would get him and her mother out of the palace and the country if the war was declared.
"Doctor Lace?" Robert called out for the female doctor who staring at his charts. "What did Quebel do to King Vergil?" The small boy asked.
Most of the children in the hospital had no idea of the war that happened nearly twenty years ago. Though (Y/N) was four at the time of the war she had heard a lot about it after the fact.
"Fortuna and Quebel used to be friends a while ago but Quebel got a new king who thought they should be friends with Mallet instead of Fortuna," (Y/N) explained in simple terms.
"Why couldn't Quebel be friends both Fortuna and Mallet?" Lacey asked.
"That's because Fortuna and Mallet don't like each other so Quebel had to chose who they wanted to be friends with. Once Quebel did, it ended up in a big fight. Which end up with Fortuna getting hurt badly, this lead to the death of King Vergil's family," (Y/N) explained further.
It seemed that her explanation satisfied them as the children went back to playing.
"You're so knowledgable about that topic," One of the children's nurses commented.
"Well, I'm from Tintagel, so what Quebel does affect us a lot since we rely on them for protection," the young doctor lied.
Tintagel was a small principality south of Quebel. The principality was most known for fishing and crystal mining. They didn't have an army so they relay on the neighbouring kingdom for protection. It was the place that (Y/N) chose to say that she was from.
(Y/N) continued on with her day until late into the night when Viji enters her small office.
"Do those nurse ever stop gossiping?" The doctor complained.
"What are they gossiping about this time?" (Y/N) asked.
"Vergil," Viji sighed. "It's all about how handsome he is, and how much they would love to see him in person," She informed (Y/N). "Too bad for them that Vergil probably marries someone who will extend his power," She sighed again.
"Probably someone from Mallet to solidify his rule over the land," (Y/N) added.
"It could be Quebel as well if the war goes forward," Viji said.
(Y/N) briefly stopped writing fro a moment before continuing on trying to ignore everything about Quebel.
The days went on with getting for the hype about the war that could happen. (Y/N) went on in a haze as she tried to ignore all of the gossip and rumours around her.
Especially at Gure's Cellar.
'Why did I let Debbie dragged me' She complained to herself.
She did hope a couple of drinks would take her mind of everything but even after two drinks, her mind wouldn't be silence.
Of course, Dante chose to be annoying.
"What's seems to be a problem Doc?" He asked as he sat down next to her.
"What are talking about?" (Y/N) asked as she took another sip of her beer.
"You seemed out of it for the last couple of days," Dante said. "Got something on your mind? Or are you just missing that fiancé of yours?" Dante asked.
"Why are you bring up Gilver?" She asked, flicking her eyes down to her girdle, the only reminder she had of him.
Dante picked up one end of the girdle and began to play with it. (Y/N) them imminently snapped it back to her person.
"How long have you been waiting for him? Nine years now. Do you tend to wait for him the rest of your life," He commented.
From the moment Dante heard about Gilver in detail, he didn't like him. But (Y/N) didn't care about Dante's opinion.
"So are you going fill the other side of your bed since Trish's eyes all over?" She asked
"What!?" Dante exclaimed. He was silent for a moment. "…I got it. I stay out of your love life," He sighed.
After their conversation, (Y/N) finished off her beer then headed home.
Now laying in bed, alone with her thoughts (Y/N) regents what she said to Dante but he wouldn't stop saying bad things about Gilver.
(Y/N) reached up to girdle at the thought of her fiancé. The girdle was a parting gift when left to continue on with his quest. Though it wasn't a girdle with him but a part of his beloved sword but (Y/N) made it a girdle as she wanted a part of him with her all the time.
Her eyes lids began to feel heavy as the moon rise high into the night sky. The young woman slowly drifted to the land of sleep.
In her dreams, her room was bathed in the pale light of the moon as a tall man sat by side as she lay in bed. (Y/N) looked up to see the man's face but it was hidden bandages with only his bone-white hair peeping at this angle. Then something stops, what was it? She quickly distracted by a large warm hand capping her cheeks, the thumb stroking her cheek gently. (Y/N) looks up to see silvery-blue staring back at her. Gilver had the softest look on the normally smug face. He turns back to the book poetry, a gift from a former patient.
"'To see a World in a Grain of Sand and a
Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in a Hour,'"
He recited the poem. His voice was rich and cool that made her body sing.
He continued to read the poem as (Y/N) slowly fell asleep. His hand moving from her cheek to her hand, holding it until he parted once she was deep asleep.
Days pass by as (Y/N) continued on caring for her patients. Then one day Debbie called away from a patient.
"You have a guest," Debbie told her. "They waiting for you in your office," She informed.
(Y/N) finished with her patient then headed to her office to see a guest.
When she got to her tiny office she found the infamous demon hunter sitting in one of her sitting guest chairs.
"How may I help you, Dante?" The doctor asked shutting the door to the office behind her.
"I just want to say sorry about the other day," He apologised.
"It's okay Dante. I'm sorry about what I said to you as well," (Y/N) responded with her own apology.
Dante smiled at her.
"That's alright. You only said it because I hurt you first with my comment about your fiancé," He said. Dante scratched his head before speaking again. "I'll going away for a couple of weeks, could look after the shop for me?" He asked.
(Y/N) smirked at him.
"So you come all the way out here to apology to me so I could do a favour for you?" She smugly said to the older man.
Dante stuttered and fumbled around trying to find an answer. He imminently stopped when (Y/N) started laughing.
"Not funny," He pouted as he walked to her.
(Y/N) was calming down from laughter as Dante held the keys to his shop.
"Why don't you give the keys to Morrison?" She asked.
(Y/N) looked after the shop many times for Dante since they meet.
"As much as trust the old man, I trust you not to go through my through my things," He said.
"What a collect of smutty pamphlet and dirt?" (Y/N) said.
"There are better than your erotic love stories," He shot back as he opened the door to her office so she couldn't answer him back without embarrassing herself.
With a scarlet blush on across face, Dante left (Y/N) in her office.
A week had passed when the hospital got news of Vergil's coronation then the next day (Y/N) got the news she was dreading.
"Fortuna and Mallet have launched an attack on Quebel!" Someone yelled as they busted into to hospital.
Everyone gather around the person to listen to what they had to say.
"The major ports were attacked before the sun rose today! The latest from what I heard they had secure the coast," They said.
The people around them chatted and mumbled with phrases 'That fast,' and 'Right after his coronation,' could be heard.
"Alright, everyone!" Vilho shouted. "Get back to work!" He ordered.
Everyone scampered away back to their jobs but (Y/N). She reminds clouded by fear and worries for her mother.
"(Y/N)?" Vilho called her. "Are you okay," He asked.
Jj(Y/N) put on a fake smile.
"I'm fine, just a little shocked that's all," She said.
Good thing it was nearly the end of the shift but the next two hours dragged as her thoughts were on her and mother's safety.
'I know Oswin will get her out of Quebel but where will she go? The Lovelace's don't have many allies outside of the kingdom since most of them were Fortunan," She thought. 'I guess she could come here. I'm sure that Oswin could get to Prildo Ira. Would Oswin come as well? No, wouldn't leave Chardlingwent and it's people,'
Her mind continued on with the idea with her mother living in Ckville with her. She had enough money a nice house for herself, her mother and future family to live together. It filled with a warmth that she hadn't felt in a couple of years.
So for once in her life (Y/N) actually went straight home after work. Though she did into late hours of the right writing her letter to her mother. It took many attempts until (Y/N) was happy with the letter she had composition.
'Dear Mother,
This is the first I have ever written a letter in twenty-four years. I am sure that Oswin has told you to happen to me.
The news has reached me that Fortuna and Mallet have launch attack. If their anything like Quebel during Quebel-Mallet war, I fear for your safety as the king's favourite Mistress.
I know Oswin get yo out of Quebel if he knows you're going to be somewhere safe. Tell him to send to you where he sent me and I will pick up you.
I hope you stay safe.
Love your daughter, (Y/N).'
There was a lot she wanted to say but she shouldn't encase the letter falls into the wrong hands.
Once finish, (Y/N) put 'Lady Lovelace' on the envelope on the front. She then moves to one her bookcase. She pushed the large and heavy object a few centimetres. She then reached down to the floor and moved one of the wooden panels to reveal a small space under the floor, where a wooden box was hidden. (Y/N) opens the box that was half-filled with mostly silver and gold coins. She pulled out five gold coins and place them in her pocket.
She put everything back where it should be.
(Y/N) grabbed her old cloak and headed out through the backdoor of the boarding house. She headed to the more shady area of Ckville where the people from illegal active lived. The doctor pulled her hood up and headed to one house in particular.
The house belongs to contact of Fino. (Y/N) went to the side door then knocked three times.
A few minutes passed before she got an answer.
"What's the job?" A voice asked.
"I need a letter delivered t Quebel. I have five gold coins," (Y/N) said.
A small window in the opened and (Y/N) handed over the letter and coins.
"It will be delivered as soon as possible," The voice said.
(Y/N) hoped that it would be.
She slowly walked to the boarding house. It was more of wander back to the boarding house as her mind was to fill with thoughts to be able to fall asleep that right.
Her wondering her lead her to Ckville's Cathedral.
Even cover by scaffolding you could see the beautiful bohemian architecture peeping through.
(H/C) woman suddenly had a yearning to go into the cathedral. She pushed open the door to the large building. She walked down the aisle to the alter. (Y/N) stood at the altar and looked up at the stained glass window that was the centrepiece of the altar. The moon was at the right high to be illuminating the glass figure of a woman.
The woman was holding her arms open as waiting for an embrace with a motherly smile across her cheeks.
(Y/N) continued to stare at the window, wondering why everything was reminding her of her mother.
She was too caught in her thoughts that she didn't notice a set of footsteps approaching her.
"May I help you, my child?" A gentle voice asked.
(Y/N) turned around to see a priest, mostly the bishop judging by his clothing.
"I'm sorry for barging in but something was calling me," she said, looking back at the stained glass window.
"Saint Mirajane does that sometimes," The bishop confessed. "She likes helping people even from the grave," He said. "Is there anything I can help with?" He asked.
"…My mother," (Y/N) started. "She lives in Quebel. In the capital. She works for a noble family," She said. It was a lie but wasn't technically the truth.
"I see," The bishop whispered as processed (Y/N)'s words. "I see why you were drawn here. Would like me to help you pray?" He asked.
"Will it help her?" She asked back.
The bishop was quiet for a moment proceeding on.
"I don't know my child but I am sure that the Lord wouldn't ignore a child with a pure wish as your's," He answered.
The bishop leaded (Y/N) to the front pews began to pray for her mother safety. (Y/N) didn't care for the fact that her and her mother prayed to a different than bishop did. It didn't matter what god or goddess ruled the heavens above if any one of them could help her mother stay safe she would be forever grateful to them.
As she prayed, (Y/N)'s mind was filled with memories of warm afternoons that were filled with fun stories, laughter, games, hugs, soft whispers of 'I love you' and the scents of roses.